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I don't mind telling you some things. Many things I, I musn't say. Just notice that my fireplace is boarded up. There will never be a fire there.
On the mantelpiece, in that jar, are some of the ashes of my husband.
My log hears things I cannot hear. But my log tells me about the sounds, about the new words. Even though it has stopped growing larger, my log is aware."
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Rorschach · Jul 13, 02:53 PM by Hout
Inkblots or dreams or drawings or handwriting may be no different in structure than spoken words or gestures. Each is capable of many interpretations, some true, some false, some meaningful, some meaningless. Some funny, some horrific.
The mind is a labyrinth and it is probably a pipe dream to think that interpretations are Ariadne’s thread which will lead us to the center of the soul.
But what if it is true?
What if there’s a whole universe behind this one, trying to give us signs?
God? His counterpart? Elvis?
So maybe, one day, when you’re about to enter Hell, in reply to the question “Why are you here?”, you (godfidel or not) will use those famous words once again, the same words you used after countless job applications back on Earth:
“I didn’t get in because I failed the Rorschach test…”
(btw – Ever wondered why Adriadne was the name of a Dutch embroidery mag? Appearantly, it was too dusty to keep and Sanoma Publishers made it a Home-and-Living mag.)
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Rehabilitation · Jul 13, 11:35 AM by Hout
Dear your honor,
I can say without bragging that when I heard Theo speak with such blasphemous consent, and spit me in the face, I slapped him. He won’t forget it. It wasn’t until after that incident, when I hit him with the golf club and the Senseo coffee machine. In such a manner, that he would live.
It’s no proof that I cut off his right leg that afternoon. He was still alive. And Will, well, I just killed him out of inertia, I cannot blame myself for that. And why did Fatima and Jill have to show up? There was no reason for them to jump up on me.
They accuse me of blood thirst, they say I drank blood, but that isn’t true: I just licked up a couple of puddles of blood, just to erase my evidence. Isn’t it normal for a man to erase all traces of his misdemeanors?
And it was not rape what I did with Fatima. First of all, she was no virgin anymore. And secondly, I was dealing with a corpse. And what are you saying about her being pregnant. I pulled the child out, didn’t I? And that it didn’t make it, that isn’t my fault either. I didn’t pull its head off, it was because of its thin little neck. It wasn’t meant to live.
It is true that I bootstamped their little dog to death, all over the floor. But don’t you think it is cynical to accuse me of dog murder, when three human lives have been destroyed alongside? Not counting the child.
Anyway, one could sense some cruelty in all of this (I agree). But charging me with shitting on my victims is, if you don’t mind me saying so, quite absurde. Pooing is a natural urge and therefore not a felony.
So I can understand the worries of my attorny a bit, but trust you will set me free.
(Free translation of “Rehabilitation” by Daniil Charms.)
(Recollection of this short story initiated by Mr. Bouyeri.)
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Archives-R-Us · Jul 7, 10:41 PM by Hout
I have a digital photo and/or video archive, therefore I am.
I am recording my whole life with this cool new gadget, The Deja View Camwear 100, it’s incredible, Mike!
It records constantly, so I’m never too late. Each time when I think, “Wow”, or “Whoa, I just have to record this experience”, I am already recording! I never miss a thing.
First I wanted to wait for the Microsoft Sensecam. You wear it around your neck and it snaps up to 2,000 photos thoughout the day. It can even react to bright lights or sudden movements, or take more shots when your heart rate increases by guessing that something you might want to record is going on. But the Camwear is even better.
My current project is to customise the cap, camera and cables. Just to give it more bling. I’ll post my results on cammr.com, of course (2 TB of storage, free. Wow.)!
It may take a while, because I can’t find the time to review all of my shot material. I’m a little behind on my life…
Too busy organising my mp3megapro collection, updating my online social profiles everywhere, tagging my narrowcast adwords, vlogging, etc.
Of course I’m bullshitting. But one thing that would be good about this scenario: it makes you Aware. We all should live like directors…
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Underground Zero · Jul 7, 10:16 PM by Hout
A typical day at the office. All of a sudden, excitement fills the air. Actually, worries fill the air. What’s happened?
London.
People start talking and yelling across the office to colleagues. Running around, cables are connected. TV on. News.
Watching reality
Hey! HEY! What’s going on in your heads, guys? That stuff ain’t for real! Reality is here and now, Here and Now, between these office walls, in this ready-to-be-flewn-into skyscraper! That stuff ain’t for real, and the angst you just fed is even less real.
Get back to reality! Go to work.
With real customers and real problems about real money. Realtime.
You’re spending about eight hours a day in this reality. A reality only real to us. But that the thing with realities, it’s so fucking subjective.
Don’t let them fool you, I’ll stay awake…
Greetings from my own reality.
Discordia · Jul 2, 01:40 AM by Hout
“I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and tell you that you are free.”
Thus speaks Eris, goddess of discordia, Chaos. This quote makes me happy. And yet, there are a lot of people who are mad at her. Maybe it’s because she caused Troy to fall. It’s a nice story:
Eris, upset at not being invited to the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, showed up anyway and rolled a golden apple marked “kalliste” (“for the prettiest one”) among the guests. Each of the goddesses Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite claimed the golden apple as her own. Zeus, no fool, appointed Paris, king of Troy, judge of the beauty contest.
As Paris examined the goddesses individually (in the nude, of course, it’s a serious job), Hera promised to make Paris the lord of Asia and the richest man alive, if she got the apple. Paris said he couldn’t be bribed. Athena promised to make Paris victorious in all his battles, and the wisest man alive. Paris said there was peace in these parts.
Eventually, Paris gave the apple to Aphrodite, who promised the love of Helen of Troy (magic’s in the air). Hera and Athena went off fuming to plot the destruction of Troy. Aphrodite got the apple, and Paris got screwed. Is that an Eiffel tower in your pants, or are you happy to see me? ;-)
I just saw The Butterfly Effect. A great thriller, but the chaos part, well, just left me unsatisfied. Harlan Ellison commented:
“If you understand that there is no such thing as chance, but only patterns we do not understand, you will cease to believe in phony religions, astrology, flying saucers, heroes and demons, good and evil, ghosts, the infallibility of politicians and all the other coo-coo distractions from clear thinking.
There is no chance. There is Chaos. And Chaos is Entropy Misunderstood. The world is not run by secret cabals, it is run by people who do not understand the systems within which they operate; and so they attempt to bend them to alternate purposes.
But Chaos will have its way. Those rivers will find their true courses, no matter how many dams of bigotry, greed, hatred and frenzy are erected. Chance favors the prepared mind. Chaos works to your benefit. Know as much as you can. Understand and remember.
Life has only one great lesson. It says to you Pay Attention. Whether in Chaos or Entropy, the more you know, the cleverer and more well-informed you are…the easier it is to ride the tide of Chaos, to achieve The Secret.”
Well, Harlan, Is that an Eiffel tower in your pants, or are you happy to see me? ;-)
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Vicarius Filii Dei · Jul 1, 10:51 PM by Hout
The stand-in for God’s son is evil.
Why? Am I YAPECS (Yet Another Psychotic Evil Conspiracy Seeker)?
No, it’s true, really. All vicars are antichrists. Here’s the proof:
Take the words Vicarius Filii Dei,
transscribe them into Roman numbers like this: VICarIVs fILII DeI. Then add the numbers (5+1+100+1+5) + (1+50+1+1) + (500+1) = 666! Wow!
We can do the same trick with the ASCII values of William Henry Gates III and the former address of late Ronald Reagan is even clearer about evilness (evilship?): Ronnie lived on 666 St. Cloud Drive.
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Synaesthesia · Jul 1, 04:17 PM by Hout
Aah, the senses, them beautiful senses… Ever experienced two sensations simultaneously? Some people say they saw colors when they heard sounds, or they heard sounds when they ate something (‘Shrooms?). The condition was called synaesthesia.
So what might visual art look like if it were akin to music? Well, a lot like visual music, I guess!
One of the earliest examples is the movie Allures (1961) by Jordan Belson.
Belson is said to be able to “extract 10 tons of poetry from the reflections off the hood of a 1949 truck”. George Lucas had abstractions like Belson’s in mind when he designed the close-ups of clashing lightsaber beams for the Anakin/Dooku showdown in Attack of the Clones.
Thomas Wilfred’s “Study in Depth, Opus 152.”
Wilfred, a Danish lute player, used an instrument called the clavilux to produce light displays like above.
If you want to produce your own visual music, I suggest that you use Bomb.
Microcosmos · Jun 27, 10:38 PM by Hout
Many – including me – wonder about the similarities between solar systems (and bigger) and molecules (and smaller). You know, things like: “is our Milky Way part of a booger molecule up God’s nose?”
I stumbled upon this picture of what could be a nebula in a distant galaxy. But it turned out to be something much smaller… and more tasteful!
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The log lady · Jun 26, 11:44 PM by Hout
“A log is a portion of a tree. At the end of a crosscut log – many of you know this – there are rings. Each ring represents one year in the life of the tree. How long it takes to a grow a tree!
I don’t mind telling you some things. Many things I, I musn’t say. Just notice that my fireplace is boarded up. There will never be a fire there.
On the mantelpiece, in that jar, are some of the ashes of my husband.
My log hears things I cannot hear. But my log tells me about the sounds, about the new words. Even though it has stopped growing larger, my log is aware.”
Quote from the Log Lady of Twin Peaks.
(c) David Lynch, Mark Frost
